I found an ancient Indian burial pot in my alley. I took it home, but it had a spirit inside of it. This is the story of the spirit of the pot as well as the spirit in the pot, whose name was Many Moons.
The landlord sold the building we were located in and I had to remove everything on short notice from the office and the basement. I enlisted my equipment repair and salesperson, Josue, to assist me with the removal of our equipment and supplies. The Indian burial pot was in the basement in a big cardboard box. I was thinking about leaving it there and letting the new owners deal with it. I sent Josue a text on my phone reminding him we had a deadline to get everything out of the office on Monday, then I put my phone in my pocket and was moving four heavy lockers onto a dolly to move them out the back door when my phone made a ping. I looked at my phone. There were Three messages on my phone:
‘We have to get this stuff out on Monday. Rothstein is signing on Tuesday and he wants his key back.
Two more separate messages followed:
Mmm mom m I’ll Imp moon on I’ll lon kill okmm no on.
No no KLM moon no mi
Those messages were sent from my Phone to Josue. Something sent those messages while my phone was in my pocket. The next day was to be the full moon in July.
Either the spirit of the pot or the spirit of Many Moons sent those last two messages. I assumed it was from the spirit in the pot.
I asked Ra about the messages. He said, ‘Look deep into Many Moons’ eyes. Many Moons is the incarnation of Nefertiti, your soul mate. The messages you received were from the spirit of the pot where Many Moon reposes between incarnations. You two have spent many lives together. Only memories survive death. Seek out those memories that you share with Many Moons.’
Out of Curiosity, this book, ‘Many Moons’ was born.
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